Thor is Bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S...

Black boots, black pants, black sweatshirt, black stocking cap, black mittens--not gloves, but mittens, by personal preference--and Thor was set. He tiptoed down the hall, pausing at four second intervals to look and listen. With every stop he flung his arms out in front of him and lifted his left foot about seven inches off the floor. He then stuck his tongue out to taste the surrounding air. He was getting closer...

THUMP!

Thor froze. Someone was definitely onto him. He flattened himself against the wall and held his breath. He was so close. He could practically feel the rubbery banana in his hands, smell its intoxicating sweetness, and taste the yummy mush. With a burst of courage from deep inside his rumbling stomach, Thor ran forward and seized the banana hanging from the ceiling at the end of the hallway. He smashed it open against his forehead and then proceeded to massage the fruit into his scalp. Damn! Foiled again...and Thor was so very hungry.

Thor, Dear, Just Answer the Phone

"TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR! HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU ARE..."

Thor forced his index fingers deeper into his ears and shouted his favorite song at the top of his lungs, but it did little to drown out the malicious ringing of the cordless phone an inch from his face. Thor dared not move, even to chuck the offending article across the room, for fear of hitting the talk button. For nearly two minutes, Thor and the telephone had been sequestered under Thor's bed--hiding from Thor's mother on the other end of the ringing.

Just when Thor was about to expire from overexertion, the phone fell silent suddenly. Thor breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his throbbing fingers from his ears, and picked up the phone at last. Just then there was a knock at the door. Thor started to cry.